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Solar Warden Book Three – Genesis is a Spring Break Bookapalooza pick #militaryscifi #giveaway
Solar Warden Book Three – Genesis
Military science fiction
Just when you thought there was a light at the end of the tunnel …
A ticking time bomb, an enemy that will stop at nothing, untested technology and a spy who targets Solar Warden in a way they never imagined. Earth faces unprecedented dangers and challenges as the reptilians and grays change their tactics and up the ante to a threat level never before experienced.
Newly promoted Lieutenant Colonel Sandy Richardson harbors a dark secret Scarecrow is intent on discovering. Meanwhile, the Solar Warden team is hoping the detection of a damaged enemy vessel will lead them to the source of recent, lethal attacks. The discovery of alien intel points the humans to a surprise none expected, while the entire Solar Warden team is left reeling at the sudden death of a beloved comrade.
Book Three continues Peter Fuller’s Solar Warden saga with alien wolf packs harassing the human fleet with deadly results. Scarecrow and his comrades retaliate as they discover the true nature of their enemy. There will be no capitulation, no treaty, no quarter. Evil has taken a new form ...
The major peered through his magnification display as he crouched behind the low rise overlooking the sprawling enemy base. He surveyed the scene before him as intel from his VISOR (visual interface system, ocular readout) streamed across the interior of his face shield. Back home, his nine-to-five was taking down the worst, most dangerous, most reprehensible bad guys planet Earth had to offer. He had been recruited to command this mission because he excelled at his job.
“Everyone’s in position, Sir,” the lieutenant said as he shimmied up to his CO on his hands and knees. He rolled onto his side and held up his tablet, activating it and surveying the schematic of the marine platoon’s deployment.
“Any sign of enemy activity?”
“No, Sir. The area is silent. It’s kinda weird …”
“Well Major, I would’ve expected some drone sentry patrols, perimeter sensors, an electronic fence–something–anything. They don’t even have any surveillance cameras we can detect. It’s like they don’t think they need to monitor the exterior of this facility at all. Like they didn’t think we could ever mount an assault like this.”
“Or that we would ever be so bold …”
The major went silent. Pensive. Something didn’t feel right. The last time his gut churned like this was right before the platoon he was commanding in Afghanistan was ambushed by a group of Taliban masquerading as women wearing burkas. He’d lost six good men in that fiasco. But that engagement was over two years ago. Now here he was, serving in an ultra-top-secret program on a moon orbiting a gas giant in a star system over four light years from Earth. And the enemy he and his men now faced made the Tallies look like a Boy Scout troop.
He wondered if 50 Marines would be enough. The mission was straightforward–they were to infiltrate the perimeter of the enemy facility, deploy and set charges around the power plant, the hangar bay, and the main gun emplacement. Once they detonated their ordnance, the Solar Warden carrier Archangel could move into position and destroy the rest of the facility.
They’d flown in under cloak with stealth engaged, and to their knowledge, they’d arrived undetected. All 50 Marines had moved with silent caution into position behind a small ridge overlooking the northern perimeter of the enemy facility. They’d spent the last two hours scanning for any sign of surveillance activity. They’d detected nothing, but that didn’t mean it didn’t exist.
“Is Alpha Team ready?”
“Awaiting your green light, Sir.”
“Bravo and Charlie?”
“They’re good to go. All three teams are in position and awaiting your orders.”
The major hesitated as he continued to scrutinize the exterior of the facility through his magnification display. His VISOR gave range, elevation, energy output, all the pertinent tactical information–but the life-signs indicator was blank. The lieutenant was right–there was no enemy activity detected. At least none their sensors could confirm.
“All right,” the major sighed at last. “Alpha Team has a green light.”
“Aye, Sir.” The lieutenant switched to another comm frequency and relayed the order.
What have you gotten me into, Linds …? the major thought. He watched Alpha Team glide forward like specters across the barren landscape separating the Marine strike force from the enemy facility. Only half in the three squads had integrated stealth suits, so they opted not to engage them. There was no cover to speak of, and the squad did their best to remain inconspicuous despite the open ground.
Alpha Team, comprised of four stacks, reached the first building and pressed themselves against the outer wall, their helmeted heads bobbing back and forth as their eyes darted about for any sign they’d been detected. Bravo and Charlie were still on the platoon’s flanks, awaiting the order to advance.
Then, without warning …
The Marine platoon found themselves surrounded by hundreds of enemy troops. The huge alien figures appeared from out of nowhere. As if conjured from thin air. Startled, the Marines hesitated, if only for a heartbeat. Half a heartbeat. But that was all the enemy needed. The moment they materialized, with their weapons raised, they opened fire on the Marine platoon. Alpha Team, pinned against the wall of the facility building, didn’t get the opportunity to respond or defend themselves. Their body armor could withstand the blast from a single enemy directed energy weapon, but the hapless Marines were being struck by numerous blasts at once. The fearsome barrage ripped them apart. The major watched with shock and horror as the enemy force slaughtered his men without mercy.
“Ambush!” the major screamed into the comm. “Fall back, fall back, fall back!”
The major scrambled to his feet as he fumbled for his rifle slung across his shoulder. His lieutenant was already on one knee returning fire, when he exploded in a blinding flash. The lieutenant’s body disintegrated, spraying the major with blood.
The major staggered back and raised his own weapon, but a second blast caught him out of the corner of his eye. He spun around to see their Marine delivery vehicle (MDV)–once cloaked and invisible–appear and vaporize as two enemy vessels, hovering above it, released a deadly salvo, depriving the major and his Marines of any hope of escape.
The major spun around again, opening fire on a group of enemy soldiers decimating Bravo Team to his right. Before he could offer any kind of effective assistance, he felt a sharp blow to his helmet from the rear. He pitched forward, his face smashing against the interior of the transparent aluminum face shield as it contacted the hard surface of the ground. Warm liquid running over his mouth and down onto his chin, coupled with severe pain told the major his nose was broken from the impact. He rolled over onto his back and prepared to engage whoever or whatever had struck his six.
Through the waves of pain, he stared up at a giant of a figure now straddling him, encased in its own hideous, alien-looking environmental suit. The massive form, silhouetted against the black, star-encrusted sky, loomed over him, pointing its otherworldly weapon right between his eyes.
The major tossed his rifle to one side and spread his arms in capitulation as his comm echoed with the screams of his dying men …
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If money were no object, where would you go for a spring break vacation and why?
If money were no object, I would go to Hawaii. Being a writer of military science fiction, I would need a time machine, to go back in time to when my wife and I spent our honeymoon there in 1984. She passed away in January of this year, after a three year battle with cancer. I would sit on the beach incognito, and just watch her as she enjoyed her honeymoon with the former me. I would read her book of poetry over and over again until the pages fell apart. I miss her so much ...
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Ever wanted to travel in a starship and visit a base on the moon or Mars while on your way to the edge of the solar system? Ever wanted to fly a space fighter and engage in combat with alien squadrons?
Ever wanted to serve in a space program like Star Trek’s Federation or Star Wars’ Rebel Alliance? Both are unobtainable, since they are 300 years in the future or in a galaxy far, far away.
Not so with Solar Warden. The story takes place in the here and now. The secret space program exists today, and you can enlist. This is not President Trump’s new Space Force–Solar Warden has been operational for over 40 years, protecting earth from alien attack.
Open the pages of Solar Warden and step into a world that is the future today.
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Award-winning author Peter Fuller worked in the Military History Department of the Glenbow Museum in Calgary, Alberta, Canada for eight years. He has studied military history for decades, written numerous articles and lectured at major museums and universities on the subject of military history. He has also been a regular panelist at NORWESCON since 2017. He has studied the UFO phenomenon since grade school. He is a member of the Mutual UFO Network (MUFON), and has had a few "close encounters" of his own. Most recently, he interviewed the son of a United States military officer about his late father's work on several special access projects for the secret space program.
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